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Fingolfin there: ‘Come, open wide,<br />
dark king, your ghastly brazen doors!<br />
Come forth, whom earth and heaven abhors!<br />
Come forth, O monstrous craven lord<br />
and fight with thine own hand and sword,<br />
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls,<br />
thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,<br />
thou foe of Gods and elvish race!<br />
I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!’<br />
Then Morgoth came. For the last time<br />
in those great wars he dared to climb<br />
from subterranean throne profound,<br />
the rumour of his feet a sound<br />
of rumbling earthquake underground.<br />
Black-armoured, towering, iron-crowned<br />
he issued forth; his mighty shield<br />
a vast unblazoned sable field<br />
with shadow like a thundercloud;<br />
and o’er the gleaming king it bowed,<br />
as huge aloft like mace he hurled<br />
that hammer of the underworld,<br />
Grond. Clanging to ground it tumbled<br />
down like a thunder-bolt, and crumbled<br />
the rocks beneath it; smoke up-started,<br />
a pit yawned, and a fire darted.<br />
Fingolfin like a shooting light<br />
beneath a cloud, a stab of white,<br />
sprang then aside, and Ringil drew<br />
like ice that gleameth cold and blue,<br />
his sword devised of elvish skill<br />
to pierce the flesh with deadly chill.<br />
With seven wounds it rent his foe,<br />
and seven mighty cries of woe<br />
rang in the mountains, and the earth quook,<br />
and Angband’s trembling armies shook.<br />
Yet Orcs would after laughing tell<br />
of the duel at the gates of hell;<br />
though elvish song thereof was made<br />
ere this but one—when sad was laid<br />
the mighty king in barrow high,<br />
and Thorondor, Eagle of the sky,<br />
the dreadful tidings brought and told<br />
to mourning Elfinesse of old.<br />
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